"You are not the person they have been telling me about for the past ten years," August said. "In the letters, people always described you as elegant and graceful, gentle and wise, pleasant and polite. 'Everything delightful in this world is within Erilyn Rusells', they said.' The menacing woman before me now . . . is not like the woman described in the letters at all. You are very different."
Erilyn turned to August, seeing that he no longer wore any of his emotions on his face. She smiled, and said, "Are you disappointed with this discovery?"
"No, not at all," August said. "I am merely intrigued."
In spite of herself, Erilyn chuckled. "Everyone has at least two sides to them, my lord."
"Please, call me August."
"August."
He pretended not to take offense of the blatant disrespect that he obviously wasn't expecting. Erilyn noticed how he was flexing his fingers, probably to keep his calm. "Then, which side are you showing me now?"
